The Heroines’ Wild
Weekend
By Marcus Lycus
Inspiration for this comes from an 80’s film called The
Cheerleaders’ Wild Weekend about 15 lovely teenagers kidnapped by
ex-football stars. Good, good stuff if
you can find it.
It took a lot longer to write than I’d expected. It was originally going to be a chapter in
my story Global Protectors – Growing Pains (which is why it’s set in the year
2000) but it soon became longer than the other chapters put together so I put
it aside for a while.
I hope the wait was worth it.
Legal Horrors – The characters and text
in this story are copyright and trademark Marcus Lycus except for the Global
Protectors who are copyright, trademark etc. of Doctor Droid and are used with
his permission.
What does that legal gibberish
mean? It means that if you want to use
the any characters from this story in another story you need my permission (or
Doctor Droid’s for the Global Protectors).
It also means that you can’t repost this story without my permission.
This story is meant for people over the
age of 18, please don’t read it if you are younger than that. Any resemblance between characters in this
story and any actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental of
course.
And finally, please e-mail me with any
comments, complaints or suggestions. Remember feedback leads to more stories!
Marcus Lycus
July 2006
Chapter 1 – Abducted Heroines!
It was the summer of
2000. Everyone was still elated that
the year two-triple zero had come without a technological or divine apocalypse.
Britney Spears and
N’Sync proved the time for underdressed tarts and talent less pretty boys had
returned.
For superheroes the
grim and blood days of the 90s were giving away to a new age of wholesome
iconic heroes and heroines. Psychotic
gun-toting cyborgs were out; idealists in brightly colored costumes were in.
And no one was sweeter
or more idealistic than the Teen Angels,
***
“Give up Teen
Angels!” The robot yelled. “You will never stop me from destroying
Charleston!”
“I don’t think so
Doctor Droid! You won’t be destroying
anything today!”
The teen heroine known
as Ruby Red hovered in midair with her hands on her hips, her legs spread
(showing off her bright red panties to the crowd below) and a determined look on
her face. A red halo of energy
surrounded the Teen Angels’ young leader.
Below her a dozen of
Doctor Droid’s wardroids were rampaging through
One droid fired plasma
blasts at the flying teen heroine. She
dodged one but the other caught her right in her bare midriff. Her halo of energy absorbed most of the
force but it still knocked her back.
Luckily Amber Gold was
there to catch her before she crashed into the Daughters of the Confederacy
Museum. Sapphire Blue and Emerald Green
flew past them firing their own colored energy blasts at the robots, blowing on
to smithereens. Violet Amethyst flew by
in the other direction, rescuing a family from their burning apartment
building.
Ruby gestured for them
to come and the teen team assembled in the air forming a huddle. “OK guys, here’s the plan…”
***
The Teen
Angels – Dismissed by critics as “the flying cheerleaders”,
the Teen Angels are five wholesome pretty girls who were given power gems to
fight evil. Carefully chosen from
thousands of applicants, the Teen Angels are celebrity heroines for the new
millennium. The team was recruited by
the famous astrophysicist Dr. Lloyd, who discovered their power gems in a meteor. They are trained by the former heroine known
as the Dancer.
With sponsorship contracts from Disney and McDonald’s
parents’ groups have hailed them as excellent role models for today’s
youth. They are sworn to uphold good
American values against atheists, anarchists and other people who would destroy
our way of life.
Their alien power gems give them the ability to fly,
create protective force fields and fire energy blasts. They are powerless without the gems but
fortunately the gems are tuned to their genetic structure, no one else can use
them.
They wear matching costumes consisting of a mid-riff
halter top, a short white skirt, knee-high boots, short gloves and a
waist-level white cape. Around their
necks they wear their power gems. The
color of each girl’s costume matches her power gem. The members are:
- From the 2000 edition of the Kirby Guide to
Superheroes and Heroines
***
“Are you quite
finished?”
“Yes Miss Wagner.”
The robots lay in
pieces all around
“Good. Now get in the bus, we’re already late.”
The young heroines
headed for their tour bus.
“And girls? Your power gems?”
Ruby Red grumbled a bit
but unclipped her red gem from its mounting on her neck. The rest of the girls followed suit and
handed their gems to their mentor. This
weekend was supposed to be power-free.
They were going into the mountains to a camp to learn teamwork and
leadership skills. It was something
they all understood they needed, they had been strangers just a few months ago,
but none of them were too happy about being powerless for three whole
days. But the Teen Angels followed
orders, after all Miss Wagner had been hired by Dr. Lloyd to look out for their
interests and so far she hadn’t steered them wrong. They had money, fame, looks and superpowers. A weekend in the woods was a small price to
pay.
In the bus they
gathered around the flat-screen monitor and Ms. Wagner hit a few buttons. The screen was then filled with the fatherly
face of their mentor, Dr. Lloyd.
“Hello girls!”
“Hello doctor!” They responded warmly.
“I saw your latest
battle, good job saving
“Thank you doctor!”
“And Ruby, you did
especially well leading the team today.”
“Why thank you Doctor
Lloyd. You know I always do my best for
you.” The redhead answered
proudly. The rest of the team shot her
dirty looks.
“Now girls, I know this
weekend will be hard for some of you but I want you to understand this is for
your own good. The more you can do on
your own without your power gems, the more you will be able to do with
them. So follow Ms. Wagner’s
instructions and you’ll all be fine.”
“Yes doctor.”
“Good luck!”
He winked at the Teen
Angels and the screen went black. “OK
guys, next stop Camp Sisterhood!”
Wagner called out. The Teen
Angels made themselves comfortable for the long drive ahead.
Soon the tour bus was
bouncing through the hills.
***
Meanwhile, elsewhere…
“So you see sir, once
you are elected President, you need to lower taxes on the rich, spend more on
defense, encourage companies to send jobs overseas and get rid of those pesky
environmental regulations. In no time
you will make American stronger than it has ever been before!” The man in the brown suit tapped his graphs
to emphasize the point.
The Texan nodded and
sat back in his chair. He looked at the
autumn leaves outside and wondered if the voters would mind if he took a week
or two off to go to his ranch.
“Ah hear ya, but wat
about them Ah-rab terrorists?”
“Please. A bunch of rag heads hiding in caves? What can they do to the most powerful nation
on Earth? The real threat in this
century is nuclear missiles, which is why you must reactivate the Star Wars
Program!”
“Well you’re the expert
Mistah Listah.”
***
Ms. Wagner was reading
some papers when Emerald came up timidly.
Wagner quickly turned the papers over and put them on the seat.
“Say Ms. Wagner, before
we left I was trying to learn more about Camp Sisterhood and couldn’t find
anything, not a website, not a review, nothing. And um…”
Ms. Wagner
giggled. “And you think there’s
something wrong? Well don’t worry your
pretty little head about it;
“I guess…”
***
And in the back of the
tour bus…
“Hey Ruby, check it
out.”
Ruby Red took of her
earphones and headed to the rear window where Sapphire Blue was stretched out
in the back seat.
“Yeah Sapphire?”
“See that hick in the
pickup? He’s been following us for the
last few miles, keeps looking at my legs and licking his lips. Betcha I can drive him right off the road.”
“Ten bucks.”
“You’re on.”
“After you.”
“Age before beauty Ruby
Red…”
The nineteen year
scowled. Sapphire was just seventeen
but liked to put down her leader joking she’d have to be kicked out in a
year. Well Ruby would show her. She headed for the window and sure enough a
gap toothed hick was driving a broken down pickup truck about 10’ behind the
bus. And sure enough his eyes were
fixed on the rear window.
Ruby smiled down at him
and lifted her long firm leg she folded it in front of her and leaned in
close. She gave her thigh a nice long
lick.
The driver swerved
wildly as he tried to get in a position to see better but when he swung back
the redhead was gone.
But there was a black
girl dressed in blue in her place. She
turned her back to him and lifted her white pleated skirt, slowly, slowly, till
he could see the bright blue panties underneath. She reached under and started to pull them down, slowly, slowly,
till the pink of her slit was just showing.
She wiggled her ass back and forth a few times, pressing it against the
window. The driver almost missed a turn
and went off the road. By the time he
had control the black girl was gone and the redhead was back.
She smiled and beaconed
him closer. He sped up a bit until he
was almost kissing the bumper of the tour bus.
She moved one arm to her belt, one to her halter top and blew him a
kiss. Then Ruby pulled the skirt down,
the top up and pushed her tits and pussy against the window.
The driver’s eyes were
riveted to her. Her reached for his
pants to jerk off and didn’t even notice when the bus started to turn.
He went right off the
road into a vegetable stand. A dozen
people found him there with his throbbing dick in his hand.
Ruby pulled her clothes
back on and blew a kiss to Sapphire.
“Just goes to show you, class always wins.”
“Well why don’t you
show some bitch…” Sapphire muttered
angrily.
Ms. Wagner noted Ruby
coming up from the back with a satisfied grin on her face. She wondered what the cocky Angel had done. Oh well, it wouldn’t matter soon.
***
Elsewhere in a
luxurious office…
“Tell me more about the
voices Doctor Guila. Then did they
start?”
“I’m a scientist you
know; I’ve been working on electrical stimulation of parts of the brain to help
treat senility, brain damage and other things… I was experimenting a few months
ago, but all the grad students had left.
So I tried it on myself…”
“That’s quite risky
Doctor.”
“I know! I know!
But it was late, and I was tired and I had made so much progress! I was sure I’d found a way to reach the
pleasure centers of the brain. So I put
on the headset and turned it on and then… WHAM!” Dr. Calvin Guila slammed his hands together.
“What happened?”
It was like everything
was wonderful! Colors, sounds, even the
air in my lab! I just didn’t want it to
end. The students found me at 8 the
next morning, still sitting there plugged in.
They sent me to the health center and I needed a day or two to
recover. Then I secretly brought the
apparatus home the next day and kept working on it, making it better. I would go to work all day then plug myself
in at night.”
“And you became
addicted.”
“Yes…” the fat
scientist sobbed. “I could barely work,
I couldn’t sleep, I just wanted to sit in my machine all day and eat or jerk
off… you can’t understand what it’s like.”
“But there was more?”
“I started to hear
voices, voices telling me I deserved this, I deserved pleasure, I was like some
Roman Emperor…”
“Caligula.”
“Sorry?”
“Calvin Guila, Cal
Guila, Caligula. A Roman Emperor famous
for his debauchery and decadence.”
“Yes! I was like Caligula! That’s what they told me, I was like
Caligula reborn!”
“And now…”
“The university found
out and threatened to fire me. My grad
students did an intervention. Finally I
smashed the machine a month ago and I’ve gone cold turkey. But I still have these memories and these
dreams. So I decided I needed a
psychiatrist. Doctor Lister, what can I
do?”
“It seems to me you’ve
been doing something very unhealthy.”
“You mean using the
machine? But I stopped.”
“No, no, no I mean
you’re denying yourself something you enjoy.
Why? Because some other men told
you not to? Who are they? Are they geniuses like you? Of course not.”
“But I couldn’t work, I
couldn’t do anything…”
“That’s just an
engineering problem though. If you
could reduce the size of the machine, make it portable…”
“I-I could wear it all
the time!”
“And you could make
more and share them. You mentioned
jacking off before…”
“Yes, you have to understand
anything you do while wearing the headset is just wonderful. Food is better than sex and jacking off is…”
“So can you imagine
what sex would be like?”
“But…” Calvin gestured
to his big belly.
“That’s why you need
more than one headset. There’s a lot of
pretty girls on campus and I bet if you gave one to a hot little sorority girl…
well she’d be very grateful.”
Calvin paused in
thought. A grin slowly spread across
his plump face. He jumped to his feet
and shoot Doctor Lister’s hand “Thank you!
Thank you Doctor Lister! You’re
right, that’s what I need to do!”
“No problem Calvin
Guila, or should I say Caligula? I’m
here to help.”
“Can I see you next
week?”
“I’m afraid not, I have
a retreat up in West Virginia to go to, besides, it sounds like you have a lot
of work to do.”
***
They stopped at a diner
for lunch. The driver headed behind the
diner for a smoke since he wasn’t allowed to smoke in front of the girls. He wondered why Ms. Wagner had him detour
just to come to this out-of-the-way spot.
Did she know the owner or something?
Probably just avoiding paparazzi and fans or something. He finished his cigarette and turned to go
in. A massive figure blocked his path…
“You Mr. Cramden?”
“Yeah.”
There was a thud.
***
Inside the diner no one
noticed the missing driver. The girls
were busy making fun of the food, the hick waitress, the greasy cook and the
50’s décor. Finally they headed back to
the bus.
“Hey where’s our
driver?”
“Oh Mr. Cramden’s shift
was over, a replacement was meeting us, oh there he is!”
The man who got on was
a mass of scar and muscle who looked like he was built from spare parts. One arm was longer than the other and one
eye was out of place. He grunted and
wedged himself into the small seat.
“Looks like someone got
beaten with the ugly stick” Ruby whispered.
The others giggled. But when the
driver snarled at them with his scared face they squealed and ran into the bus.
After a few false
starts while the new driver got the hang of driving the tour bus they were
underway again.
Meanwhile in the woods
behind the diner Mr. Cramden lay bleeding from his scalp.
***
Hours later the sun had
set and the bus continued in darkness.
Ruby and Sapphire were snoozing in their chairs, Amber and Violet were
watching Scream II on the DVD player and Emerald was still talking to Ms.
Wagner.
“So what was it like
being a heroine way back then?”
Ms. Wagner chuckled and
blushed. “You make it sound like it was
a hundred years ago, it was only the 80’s.”
“Well… I was only born
in ’84; the only thing I remember about the 80’s is the Berlin Wall coming
down. I saw it on TV; I thought it
looked like fun. The next day I took my
dad’s hammer and knocked holes in our apartment walls, mom and dad were NOT
happy.”
Wagner laughed. “Well OK, I guess it was a while ago. It was different than now. No publicists or manager or marketing guys,
just me, some skills and an idea. I was
a ballet dancer, a pretty good one too.
Then one day me and my friend Barbara were walking home from rehearsal
and took a shortcut through Kane Lane.”
“Kane Lane? You went down Crime Alley!?”
Wagner shrugged. “What did we know? I was from
Wagner laughed at the
memory.
“But that first night I
caught three muggers and a burglar so I kept at it. I changed the costume a few times; after Flashdance came out I
had this outfit with a black leotard, jean jacket and pink legwarmers. Legwarmers, for a superheroine… what was I
thinking of? At least I did my own
crime fighting without a body double though…”
“Huh?”
“Sorry before your time
I guess. I teamed up a couple of times
with Nightwolf, the All-Stars and all those guys. I had a thing going for a while with the Boxer…”
She pulled an old
picture out of her wallet showing her and a handsome tough guy.
“Nice.”
“Yeah he was OK. We even helped save the universe during the
Secret Crisis-“
“The what?”
“Sorry I can’t really
talk about it, it’s kind of a secret.”
“So what happened?”
“The usual. I got tired of fighting villains with music
themes. I got older. I got slower and weaker. Finally one night I was just trying to do an
echappes sautes from one building to
another and I messed up. Fell five
stories into a dumpster, shattered both legs.
This was about ‘89 or so. I
couldn’t even walk for two years after that and once I could, well dancing and
crime-fighting was out. Plus I was
broke. Back then superheroes didn’t
have endorsement contracts and health insurance. So that was the end of the Dancer. These days even die-hard superhero fans wouldn’t remember me, I
did a web search one time and all I found were some porn sites where they post
pornographic photoshop pictures of me in my pink costume. Whatever.
I don’t miss it. Really. I got my marketing degree and eventually
ended up managing you guys. The legs
still hurt when it rains.”
“Wow, that must
suck. I mean we didn’t do anything to
get our powers, Dr. Lloyd just gave us our power gems and bang, there you
go. You must feel kind of bad to see us
flying around and stuff and here you are 40 and half crippled.”
Wagner smiled and
chuckled dryly. The poor girl actually
sounded sincerely sorry for her. Poor
Emerald. Soon she’d have something to really
feel sorry about.
The bus stopped.
***
“Like, where are we?”
“Is this it?
“I can’t see anything,
is that a house?”
“Miss Wagner?”
The bus door opened and
a skinny kid with acne and a peach-fuzz goatee stepped on. He nodded to the hulking driver who then
stood up and faced the novice heroines and their mentor.
“OK gals listen
up! I want you to file out of this bus
and into the basement! NOW!”
The girls didn’t move.
“Like this is a joke
right?”
“I said MOVE!” The skinny kid’s voice cracked. The girls giggled. “Come on guys this is serious!
You’re my prisoners!” The girls
looked at each other and giggled again.
“Hey kid, allow
me.” The driver rumbled. He stood up, looming over the girls, and
gave them a throaty growl. With one
meaty hand he tore a steel railing loose.
“Now then gals, y’all
can start filing out the back door there or…”
He twisted the steel railing like a pretzel.
“Oh yeah!?” Demanded Ruby. She pointed her hand at the driver and gestured. Nothing happened. “Oh crap!” Her hand shot
to her neck and felt where her power gem should be. “Ms. Wagner! I need my
gem!” But Ms. Wagner and the other
girls were already moving out the back door.
The driver continued to advance.
Ruby ran up and launched a kick between the big man’s legs. He caught her leg easily and yanked her off
her feet. A punch to the face quieted
the brave girl and he threw her over his shoulder.
The smirking driver
emerged and saw that the girls outside were surrounded by men who wore blank
white masks over their heads and carried cracking cattle prods in their
hands. They pointed to a basement
entrance.
“Psst, Ms. Wagner, do
you have our gems?”
“Violet just do what
they say.”
“But don’t
you-AH!” One of the blank-faced men
shocked Violet Amethyst and gestured again towards the basement. When the girls still did not move, four of
the men grabbed them and started carrying the slim teen girls down the stairs.
Ms. Wagner shrugged her
shoulders and followed behind them.
***
“No! No!” The struggling girls shrieked as they were
thrown downstairs into the dark basement.
The bus driver dumped
Ruby’s unconscious body among them with a cruel laugh. Violet picked her up and tried to revive her.
Behind them they heard
someone giggling. He threw a heavy
switch and the lights came on.
The girls shrieked
again.
It was a dungeon. A dungeon out of some terrible movie. The giggling man stepped up on a rack and
turned to face them.
“Helllllllo
Ladies! And welcome to your training
camp! I’ll be your host, you can call
me… Mister Twister.”
“Oh… my… gawd…”
“I see you’ve heard of
me.” He giggled and bowed.
“Who?” Amber whispered.
“Mister Twister! Y’know.
He’s the one who did those things to Nightbat Girl last year!”
“Oh…”
The girls were still
huddled on the floor by the stone stairs.
A Blank closed a heavy metal door behind them and turned on a spotlight
on the stairs. Now they got a good look
at their captor.
Mr. Twister was dressed
in a shiny purple zoot suit with wide lapels and a wide brimmed purple
hat. His face was covered by lime green
smiling mask; green gloves also covered his hands.
“Here’s the
situation. You came here for training
and that’s what you’ll get. I’m going
to teach you and train you and when I’m done you can all home. If you still want to…” He chuckled. “So here are the rules… 1-Do what you’re told. 2-You’ll leave when I say you’re ready,
don’t try to leave early. And 3-We all
want to be friends here so you be friendly and we’ll be friendly. Any questions?”
There were no questions.
“Now allow me to
introduce my charming assistants!
You’ve met Mr. Slab; of course you might know him better by his old
name: the Boxer!” He gestured to the
scarred driver. The hulking man grinned
at Ruby, even the brave redhead cringed at that. “Ms. Wagner’s old boyfriend…” Emerald whispered.
“And this is my right
hand man, Master Johnson…” He pointed
to a skinny boy with acne lurking in the back.
The kid waved at the girls awkwardly.
“And my henchmen…” He pointed to the blank-faced goons around
the room. They didn’t respond. “They don’t have names any more; you can
just call them the Blanks.”
“And of course there’s
one special girl without whom you would not be here today, give a big hand to…
The Dancer.” Twister started to clap
and the Blanks followed suit. Ms. Wagner
had unbuttoned her top and exposed a studded leather bustier under it. She smiled and walked to Twister, from her
handbag she took out a plastic bag with glowing gems in it. Twister bowed and tucked the bag inside his
jacket.
“Our gems!” Ruby jumped to her feet and rush towards
Wagner, Slab smoothly intercepted her and caught her in a bear hug. The struggling girl bit down hard on his arm
and tried to plant a backwards kick between his legs. The scarred man just grunted and said “That’s the second time ya tried
that. I’ve been hurt by professionals
little girl, ya can bite and kick all you want, don’t mean a damn thing to
me. Course I’m not gonna object too
much to having a chance to hold ya.” He
roughly cupped her breast with his ham-sized fist.
“Well maybe you don’t
mind Slab but it means something to me.”
Wagner produced a whip from her hand bag. “I know I trained my girls better than this!” She cracked the whip inches from Ruby’s
face; the redheaded girl flinched and recoiled.
“Ms. Wagner what are
you doing!? You have to help us!”
Wagner smiled at Violet
and cracked the whip an inch from her nose the girl scuttled back.
“Now are the rest of
you going to behave?” She cracked it
again towards the girls on the floor.
“Y-yes Ms. Wagner!”
“Guys what are you
doing!? You have to get
those-mmph!” Ruby was silenced as Slab
jammed his thumb into her mouth. “Nuff of that girl, you’re scaring your
buddies.”
Twister laughed and
stepped down from the rack where he had been perched. “Now, now there’s hardly any reason to be afraid. You girls knew you were coming here for some
training, you knew you’d have to give up your gems, you knew you’d have to do
what you’re told, so what’s the problem?”
He pulled the red stone from his jacket and tossed it in the air a few
times. Ruby desperately struggled to
get at it. Twister stopped in front of
her and stroked her bare leg. Ruby
tried to kick him.
“Mmm, so firm, so
powerful, so beautiful. I’m talking
about the rock of course… Why with one of these I could… Ah well. Too bad they’re tuned to your genes right
girls? Right?”
The girls on the floor
nodded furiously.
“Here’s the deal girls,
you do what you’re told and learn your lessons and you’ll get these back. That’s not such a bad deal is it? Is it?”
Confused some of the
girls nodded yes, other shook their heads no.
But the intent was clear.
“Good, good, well the
Dancer and I have some things to take care of upstairs; I’ll leave you in the
sweaty palms of my assistant Master Johnson.”
He giggled and stepped
over the four girls crouched on the floor.
One of the Blanks opened the door and let him out. The Dancer followed him chuckling.
Master Johnson stood up
and faced them. He took a few deep
breaths and looked at the nubile young girls in front of him. He started to speak and stopped. He thought and opened his mouth again.
“OK girls I want you to
stand up and take off your boots and gloves.”
Sapphire Blue did a
quick count with Twister and Ms. Wagner gone there was just four blanks, Slab and
this nervous kid. The Blanks only
seemed to act on orders and with Twister gone they might be slow to act. The kid looked out of his depth. Slab was kind of scary and they didn’t have
their powers but they had a chance again.
“Guys don’t do it” she
hissed. She stood up alone. “Or else what?!”
“Well, uh, you heard
uh, Mister Twister, if you don’t do what I say, um… maybe somebody might get
hurt. Y’know. So just play ball and take off your boots… OK?”
Sapphire took a step
forward and planted her hands on her hips.
None of the Blanks moved to stop her.
“I got a better idea. You tell
meathead over there to drop my friend and you open up that door and maybe I
won’t kick your skinny white ASS!”
Johnson took a step
backwards and almost tripped over a chain on the floor. “Hey, don’t do this OK? I mean, I’m warning you…”
“Warning me? What you gonna do huh?” She shoved him and his time he did fall on
his ass.
Slab cleared his
throat. “Hey kid, maybe you’d better
let me handle this.” He took his hand
out of Ruby’s mouth and seized her forearm in one meaty hand. A thin trail of his blood was leaking from
her bites.
“Guys whatever happens
don’t-AHHHHH!”
He twisted his wrist
and wrenched her arm. Her scream froze
the other four girls. Then Slab took
her good arm in one meaty hand and released the bear hug. Now the redhead was crying as she dangled by
one arm. “This girl here’s got one more
arm and two good legs left. Then I get
nasty. Now how about you girls take off
your boots like the nice boy told you to?”
Violet looked at
Emerald. Emerald looked Amber. Amber looked at Ruby and nodded. The three girls were on their feet with
their boots and gloves off in record time.
“And how about you Ms.
Sapphire Blue? You wanna see your buddy
here get hurt some more?”
Sapphire scowled. Ruby was not exactly her favorite person but
there was no way she was going to let this creep hurt her. “Fine.”
“Make it sexy
now.” Slab rumbled. Sapphire scowled again but slowly stretched
her firm left leg and unzipped the knee high boot. She peeled it down like a banana and started on the other
one. She tossed them at Slab, they hit
his head and bounced off the big man didn’t notice. “Good girl, now get over there with your buddies OK?” Sapphire reluctantly followed orders.
Johnson picked himself
off the floor and nodded to Slab.
“T-thanks man.” He turned back
to the girls. “OK girls move away from
the door. Except you, Amber move over a
bit next to that Blank. OK he’s going
to take you upstairs. Just go up the
stairs and you’ll be fine. OK?”
Amber hesitated and
looked at the others, but Slab wrenched Ruby’s arm again and she followed
orders.
“Hey!”
“What are you doing
with her?!”
“We’re staying together
– AH!”
One of the Blanks
shocked Sapphire. They made a line
separating Sapphire, Violet and Violet from Amber. The Blank seized Amber and started dragging her up the stairs,
she tried to struggle but the blank-faced goon easily held the 110 pound
girl. The door closed.
“OK girls now um, get
in that cell. OK?” He pointed to the cell that took up one
wall.
The girls didn’t move.
“Girls, I thought we
were playing ball here?” Slab gave Ruby
another wrench and she squealed. The
girls hurried into their cell and a Blank slammed the door shut. The cell was tiny, smaller than 10’x10’ with
one thin mattress on the cold floor and a toilet on the wall. Bars took up a whole wall offering no
privacy. There were no windows of
course.
“OK good. I guess that’s all for now…”
“Hey Johnson what about
Red here?”
“Oh right.” He knelt down to Ruby’s eye level and looked
at her blue eyes. “OK Ruby, I’m sorry
you got hurt OK? But I need you to take
off your boots and get into the cell with Violet and Amber OK?”
Ruby blinked back her
tears and spat into his face.
“Hey!”
“Oh that was not smart
Red, not smart at all.” Slab swung her
by her good arm into the stone wall.
Red screamed again at the abuse.
Slab grabbed her by the hair and dragged her over to the rack. She tried to struggle but in seconds the big
man had her spread-eagled and chained.
“You bastard! You fucking bastard! When I get me gem back I’ll, HEY!”
Slab just grunted,
reached down and tore off the spandex covering her left breast. She shoved it into her mouth gagging
her. “Dumb bitch. I don’t like hurting women but she was
asking for it huh Johnny?” He slapped
Master Johnson across the back and sent the skinny kid stumbling. Then he spun the wheels a few times
tightening the chains. Ruby shrieked
through her gag. Then he tilted the
rack so she faced her teammates at a 45 degree angle. “Ain’t that a pretty sight girls?” He cupped the bare breast.
“Now remember if you don’t play ball that can be you. OK kid, let’s get going.” Johnson and the Blanks went upstairs. As he left Slab threw a heavy knife switch
and the dungeon was shrouded in complete darkness.
***
Upstairs…
“Ah Master Johnson, my
right hand man, how did everything go?”
Johnson looked at Slab
who looked unconcerned. “Fine sir. Fine.
Ruby caused a bit of trouble and we had to, uh teach her a lesson. She’s on the rack now; I think she’ll
cooperate tomorrow.”
“Good, good, I knew I
could rely on you Master Johnson, ever since I saw your website I knew you were
meant for this!”
“Thanks sir…”
“Now you’d better see
your guest before you get to sleep, tomorrow is a big day!”
“Right… see you
tomorrow then.” The skinny guy
hesitantly headed for bed.
Once he was gone…
“God Twister where’d
you find that loser?” The Dancer
asked. She was now dressed entirely in
a studded leather leotard.
“On the internet, where
else do you look for losers? He had
some website where he photoshopped bondage porn to make the girls look like the
Teen Angels. I thought it would be fun
to bring him in on this.”
“He’s going to mess up.”
Twister giggled. “I know, I know. The fun part will be seeing how completely he messes up! But don’t worry he’s completely disposable. Right Slab?”
Slab just grunted and
bit off a beer cap. He finished the
bottle and reached for the next. He
offered one to the Dancer.
“You’re so
considerate… I’ve missed my Boxer.”
The big man put an arm
around her and gave her a gentle squeeze.
“I missed you too babe.” He growled.
“OK you two, let’s talk
about tomorrow.”
***
In the darkness…
“Sapphire what are we
going to do?”
“I… we could… ah shit I
don’t know.”
“Is Ms. Wagner really
with them? It has to be a trick!”
“Sure seemed that way.”
“Ruby? Ruby are you OK?”
“Mmph!”
“What do we do? What do we do?”
“I’m getting some
sleep. Whatever that freak has planned
we have to be ready for it.”
“But Sapphire there’s
only one mattress?”
“Then I guess you’re on
the floor girls.”
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